|With my gorgeous friends Faith and Kayla. |
Photo Credit: Michael Jones
I did the prom thing on Saturday, and it was lots of fun! I had a great time getting ready, dancing, and singing some "Hamilton" tunes with these incredibly beautiful ladies.
I was S.H.O.C.K.E.D. by how well my joints cooperated with the whole night. Honestly, I was expecting the worst, because my body is pretty predictably terrible in situations like this. But I didn't have to take any anti-nausea medicine all night, I kept my high wedges on the entire time, and I only took a couple of breaks (mostly to eat pineapple strips, shout out to whoever cut those so perfectly). It was so fun! My health was barely affecting me at all, which was a huge relief and blessing.
I have to admit that nights like these make me wonder what my life would be like if I always felt decent, and if I never had to worry about painful joints. What things would I do? Where would I go? But perfect health is not my reality, and I am still living an abundantly happy and exciting life, so I am not devastated by these questions and I choose not to dwell on them too much.
When I woke up the morning after prom, reluctantly emerging from the realest exhaustion coma of my life, I could definitely feel a reaction from my knees, but I was able walk and wear heels, and I ended up spending a second fun day with Faith. I am unbelievably grateful for the amazing weekend we were all able to have together.
So speaking of that...I am legitimately very sad about moving away in August. I know New Orleans will be "poppin'" (as the kids say these days) and I am so excited for jazz music, Mardi Gras, community service, and the food, but I am also feeling very nostalgic, which is only exacerbated by the fact that I am already an obnoxiously sappy, mushy human being. Suddenly it seems like there is no time left to get to know people, or to go on ice cream adventures with Faith, or to make knowing eye contact with Kayla when someone is driving us insane, or to talk religion with Emily. What once felt like it could go on forever now feels like it is ending tomorrow. As excited as I am for New Orleans, I don't exactly feel ready to leave these other, more familiar moments, all of which are so different and so sacred.
|Bull City (the best city)|
Photo Credit: Faith Jones or Kayla Richardson-Piche
But I know that I will be okay, and I am so enthralled by my love for Tulane that I am not anywhere close to regretting my choice. I suppose I just feel a sense of urgency that I did not anticipate feeling so strongly, and I am realizing how much I will miss people that I expected to nonchalantly say goodbye to. I am pretty set on not letting my health get in the way of these last few weeks and months that I have to spend with friends, but that is a hard balance to strike, because my body and my social life are in this tense competition for my time. I'm fatigued, my throat feels like it might be decaying, and my knees are full and angry. Yet I don't want to give away any precious moments or sacrifice any potential memories by attempting to recover through isolated rest, so I'm going full speed ahead from now until I leave for orientation, and then sporadically in the summer when I am in town. I will probably regret it later so feel free to tell me that I am dumb, because my frontal lobes are not fully formed and my decision-making skills are often questionable.
If I wear myself out too much, just know that it is because I love this city, and I love you all.
And if you happen to be harboring any advice about making a big move to a city where you don't know a soul, do share!